This story was originally posted to another site and was modified to be submitted here. This one's for you, Cowboy! ~~~ 1600 Hours She was wet and ready. She had been ready since his phone call almost an hour ago saying he was on his way home. "Are you hungry?" she had asked "I'm hungry for you, sweetheart." "Cowboy, my love," she laughed softly. "I w...
Sunday, May 23, 2004 The rain poured down as Steve was finishing up the last of the paper work of the week. He had just opened his own restaurant and never thought there would be so much to do in so little time. He leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. Just then, there was a knock at the door. This startled Steve. Who would be outside his door at thi...
Some nights, some places just seem made for love. You always hear how the time's not right, the music's too loud or the grass is too wet. None of this seemed to apply this night. The Leonid Meteor shower was due and somewhere in the dark skies around Leo the Lion the first sparks were flying. Crash and burn, crash and burn; the first of many streaks of sudde...
She was so hot and sweaty by the time she got done exercising all she wanted to do was take a nice cold shower. She had been at the gym for what seemed forever but had only been a couple of hours. While she was on the rowing machine she had noticed this fine black man walking through to use the treadmill. He was something she had never seen before, he was...
The rope slid around a thin, pale wrist, pinioning it resolutely against the metal rails running along the headboard. Her arms thus secured, she allowed her body to go slack, her chin resting upon her upper chest, long black hair covering her face like a ghastly veil. She squirmed for a moment, testing her bonds and finding them secure, with no opportunity t...
*** Author's note: This is an alternative, more optimistic ending to the story. Because my stupid brain wouldn't let me sleep until I wrote it down. *** For months Sarah spent every spare moment designing, planning and working on her dream house and garden. She had to do as much as possible herself to keep costs down. As she put the kids to bed in their new...
So, trying to do a smut-on-demand thing here. I got no requests last time I posted, so I amused myself. I'm going to say it gets a little non-consentish (Camille doesn't get raped or anything), and there may be a physical altercation. Apparently this is what happens when I'm left unattended. Any requests/criticisms/thoughts are appreciated. ***************...
"Wait!" she cried out. "Not here." "Then where?" he gasped, tortured by her resistance. He looked at her body, alive with anticipation as she looked around for a place for them to go. "I don't think I can wait much longer. You now the effect you have on me." he declared. Finding a small stock closet unlocked, near the rear snack stand. She quickly pulled...
"Posits #01: Consider ... a Lamp Store" Authors Note: This is the first in what I hope will become a series of ... Posits. Merriam-Webster® (great gal by the way, knows every dirty word and euphemism there is) says that the word posit [pa-zit] can mean one of three things: 1) to set firmly (as in de-posit) (syn: FIX) 2) to assume or affirm the existence...
My first encounter with Steve was on the phone. His wife, a friend of mine from work, thought he might be interested in my studies of sexual asphyxia. He had already encountered the rare deviance as a cop at the scene of accidental deaths. At the time they were thought to be suicides. All of a sudden I found myself having a discussion of strange sexual pract...